With mocking eyes he watched the futile searchlight at the Hook.
"They've got as much chance of overhauling us as the proverbial celluloid cat has of catching the asbestos rat," said he.

"A clean getaway, barring the little damage we've taken--this window, and Alden, and--" "Better unpack your kit, and settle down," the Master dryly interrupted him.

"Take a look around and see that everything's shipshape.

Be sure the port and starboard watches are chosen.
Everything's been arranged, already, but in dealing with human beings there's bound to be a little confusion.

They aren't automata--unfortunately.